The small light of dawn spills over our tired, sleeping love.
When it flowed, the two of us were drawn close,
gently nodding our heads.
The wind struck the window,
waking you as I neared your cheek.

Are you happy?
In the warmth of last night, I softly whispered as I held you tight.

The first day I met you,
I was endlessly searchig the sky beyond the buildings.
The flower whose name you taught me,
that seemed hidden by the city was the small forget-me-not.

Sometimes you have sad dreams about the end of (our) love.
You rest on my chest and we share the meaning of life.
There’s no answer for where love goes.
People are always lonely.
But are you happy?
Even in this meager living, with time, our hesitation grew into the strong love we see now.
Sometimes I unreasonably try to shape you like me,
but the name of the love we grow together
is the small forget-me-not hidden by the city.

You stand aimlessly on a street corner
going nowhere even as I kiss you.
Are you happy?
In this crazy town, even our love could fade under their stampede.

The first day I met you, I was endlessly searchig the sky beyond the buildings.
The flower whose name you taught me, that seemed hidden by the city was the small forget-me-not.

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